Monday, February 21, 2011

Sitting at my desk just now, a pair of lorikeets that have judged us easy marks (and who Christine has named Sadie and June) landed on the hand rail of the veranda, just some eight feet from me. One positioned itself directly in front of the open door, cocked its head sideways, one eye focused on me, and screeched. Several times. Loudly. It was, of course, rewarded for this obnoxiousness.

If you got it in your mind one day to enter the words "happy new year prawns" into the Google image machine, you would find that this most important and world-changing blog currently owns the first two entries.

I know this because my site meter tells me that someone in Israel googled "happy new years prawns" and ended up here. (It may be a euphemism. I do not know. I swear.)

Anyhoo, someone tell Sneezing Panda: I have conquered the internet. It is mine.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Good god in heaven just listen to the sound of this first. Close your eyes and listen to the first seven seconds. Listen to the announcer shout the name, and go speechless, and listen to what they mean when they say a crowd "explodes." This is a moment that explains why there is such a thing as "sport."

Sunday, February 6, 2011

If you had heard for years and years tales of a dreadful dish made by a strange people far way and then one day you were offered the opportunity to actually taste the dish yourself, the very first time you brought a spoonful of the stuff toward your lips you would have visions of terrifying monsters clawing their way out of your bowels, making wicker baskets of your intestines. The dreadful dish could be called "ice cream": if you had never had it and had been told wicked tales about it, the first bite would be terrifying.

Friday, February 4, 2011

I've got digital TV for the first time in my life. Lots to see - but very glitchy. Perhaps just my system.

A cool thing is that they have digital radio channels. Just four or five, but one is ABC (Australian Broadcasting Company) Dig Music. They're playing Joni Mitchell's "Chinese Cafe/Unchained Melody" right now. I approve.

So I'm in a local mall the other day when I asked Christine if we were going to the "newsie," short for newsagent—a shop that sells newspapers, magazines, candies, fishing licenses (so I found out) and assorted sundries.

She looked at me like I had just said something really stupid. In Bulgarian.

"It's a newsagent, it's not a "newsie." She said it just like that, all snotty.

Cardwell
Copped the worst of the cyclone as winds of 290km/h belted the town before it was inundated by a 5m storm surge. Up to 210 homes damaged. The town was isolated as fallen trees and debris blocked the road and cut off both sides of the highway.

Ingham
No treated water or power. Shops in Herbert St sustained damage from wind gusts and the Herbert River peaked at 12m. Cut off as the Bruce Highway is closed by flooding on both sides.

Townsville
The CBD was inundated by tidal surge. Waves up to 9.5m were recorded at The Strand. Power cut to 85,000 homes. Residents told to boil water after water treatment plan sustained damage.